If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

Xia Chen, who cares about his old father, never expected that one of the people he was looking for would be picked up by his friend's elder brother before he appeared in front of others.

When Jing Yang spoke, the assistant was very efficient in finding someone for Jing Ye. As the special assistant of the big boss, he only needed a phone call to do this job. Naturally, someone below arranged for him both the artist and the marketing account. good.

The contact information of the three people was transferred to Xia Chen's mobile phone several times. In WeChat, Jing Ye jumped up and down to ask him to pay for the loss while expressing his merits. Xia Chen casually sent two big red envelopes over.

Although his family background is not as good as Jing Ye's, to be honest, he has much more money than Jing Ye's. After all, since he was a child, his parents didn't care about him, and the only thing he could give him was money. When he became an adult, he took over his own Fund, and he doesn't have any hobbies that are particularly expensive, so he just saved a lot of savings.

Jing Ye is different. He still receives the pocket money given by his parents, and is often sanctioned by his father and brother for various reasons. He can’t use his bank card half the time throughout the year. Go to the rescue feat.

All in all, Xia Chen in this life is a master who is not short of money, at least it is no problem to raise three without bones.

Of course, first of all, I have to find my lost bones.

According to the original plan, Xia Chen contacted the painter first, and the special assistant of President Jing was looking for someone in such a large entertainment empire. Of course, this painter would not be of ordinary level.

Even if Xia Chen didn't even have a photo, relying on the video connection, one person talked and one person drew. can be identified.

This made Xia Chen very satisfied. It was already very good to be able to do this, and he didn't want to make Ling Ge and Wen Shu too famous, which would affect his future life.

The face was drawn, and the painter's wife made fine-tuning according to Xia Chen's request to make the picture look more two-dimensional. The clothes and hair accessories were also restored by Xia Chen based on their own clothes before wearing them.

The first draft was only a sketch, and it could not be used directly. The wife of the painter still needed to continue to improve it. Xia Chen sent her a big red envelope, won a bunch of thanks, and closed WeChat.

The little prince hugged the potato chips and clicked. At the moment when Xia Chen was busy, he had already changed the TV channel, from early childhood education to cartoons, and was enjoying watching them.

Xia Chen looked at his long hair in an ancient costume, and thought with a headache that he had to change the baby's clothes first: "Can you cut this hair?"

"Hair?" The little prince grabbed his own hair and pinched it, then tilted his head and said, "I can, anyway, I can grow it if I want to."

Hearing what he said, Xia Chen immediately felt relieved. He went to his cloakroom and searched for a sportswear with a slightly smaller size, so that the little prince could try it on.

Xia Chen's clothes, even the smallest ones, are too big for the little prince to wear. Fortunately, sports clothes are loose and baggy and can be worn as a hip-hop style.

The clothes were barely wearable, but the shoes were really big. Xia Chen cut some foam cushions for him to stuff in the shoes, and let the newly dressed little prince walk around in front of him.

"Handsome!" He raised his thumb and praised, the little prince raised his chin triumphantly, Xia Chen took his shoulders and walked out: "I'll take you to buy some clothes and shoes first, can you cut your hair short too?"

"Okay." The little prince readily agreed. Anyway, they don't have bone bones and even their nails are controllable. As long as there is enough moonlight, they can grow anytime and anywhere.

After not driving for a long time, Xia Chen didn't dare to go on the road casually. He still called a taxi and took the little prince to a nearby business district.

First, I went to stock up on a bunch of black color contact lenses, and found a bathroom for the little prince to change. The little prince touched his eyes, and then took a look in the mirror, feeling very novel.

"Is it okay? Is it uncomfortable?" Xia Chen asked worriedly.

The little prince said: "I don't feel anything, but I think this thing may not last long and it will break."

"Bad?" Xia Chen was stunned for a moment, and asked the little prince, he couldn't explain why, Xia Chen thought, probably the poison of the zombies would corrode the pupils.

"It's okay. I bought a lot. If it breaks, you can replace it with a new one." Xia Chen, holding a huge sum of money, was full of confidence.

Considering that the little prince was still wearing shoes that didn't fit his feet, Xia Chen took him to buy clothes and shoes first. He was rich and tasteful, so he was very happy when shopping, and quickly bought a suitable outfit for the little prince.

It was the beginning of spring, and spring clothes were on sale. Xia Chen bought him a lot of new clothes in one go. When passing by a big-name men's clothing store, Xia Chen thought of his missing lover, and walked in.

Ling Ge was about the same size and build as him, so even if she found it, she could wear his clothes, but Zijian was half a head taller than him, and looked thinner, but in fact, she would be muscular when she took off her clothes, so she would definitely not be able to wear his clothes.

The two have been together day and night for so many years, and Xia Chen knows Wen Shu's size very well. He picked out his favorite and Wen Shu's style, and bought a bunch more.

Fortunately, this big purchase can be delivered to your door, otherwise Xia Chen and the little prince would not be able to take it.

After working for so long, the little prince is fine. Xia Chen was really hungry, so he found a restaurant with a good reputation near the business district to treat the little prince to a big meal.

After eating, he went to cut his hair. Xia Chen asked the little prince's advice to choose a hairstyle for him. The hair stylist couldn't put it down after touching the smooth and dark hair, and repeatedly confirmed that they really wanted to cut it.

Xia Chen: "..."

barber:"……???!!!"

The barber fell into deep confusion. He raised the scissors and looked at the hair in a daze. He picked up the scissors in disbelief and wanted to try again.

Xia Chen had already reacted, pulled the little prince up, and said with a straight face: "You're playing a trick again, aren't you? Let's see how I deal with you when I go back!"

After speaking, he threw down two large bills to compensate for the scissors, and fled with the little prince.

"What is a prank? Why did you punish me?" The little prince kept Xia Chen's instructions in mind, and only asked when no one was there.

Xia Chen helplessly explained the meaning of the prank, then grabbed a handful of the little prince's hair and touched it, his whole face collapsed.

How could he have forgotten that if the bone does not melt into copper skin and iron, it looks and feels like a human being, but as long as it is attacked, it is completely different. Even the seemingly ordinary hair is extremely tough, how can it be It can be cut with ordinary scissors.

"Forget it, let's go, you can't cut your hair, you can't cut it at all." Xia Chen said with a bitter face.

"Yes, use my sword." The little prince said and took out a sword and handed it to him. This was when Xia Chen was still the lord of Wangxiang City. He asked the best craftsman to make him a weapon. His sword is slightly shorter, which is just right for his stature.

Shocked, Xia Chen held his hand to block the sword from his side, and said anxiously, "How did you take it out?"

The little prince said strangely: "It was taken out of a gourd baby."

Xia Chen: "...is your gourd baby still there?"

The little prince rolled up his sleeves and showed him the little gourd hanging on the string: "No, it's always there."

Xia Chen: "..."

Xia Chen collapsed, obviously he sent the gourd baby, but now the one that was sent is still there, and his own is gone!

Even if he thought about it for a while, he realized that it was because he was wearing the little prince's soul, but it was still a bit unacceptable, how many good things he had stored in his gourd baby!

It's like saving a warehouse full of supplies and not wanting to sell anything. As a result, the data is lost and nothing is left, that kind of discouragement.

After being angry for a while, Xia Chen adjusted himself: Thinking about the best, at least Linge and Zijian won't have empty hands and nothing but clothes.

ah!Still so angry!

After getting angry, what should be done still has to be done, let the little prince take back the sword, added a prohibition to the prohibition to access supplies from the space in front of others, and then went to the supermarket to buy daily necessities.

Buy three servings of everything, and add a lot of snacks and drinks.

After returning home, Mrs. Huashou had already sent him the picture, and the two little people with red eyes caught the picture very accurately. Xia Chen was happy and sent another big red envelope to Mrs. Immortal.

Afterwards, Xia Chen contacted those two marketing accounts. These two people had already been beaten by the people above. He knew that they were people who could reach the sky, so he didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly released the picture he sent, matching the rainbow The fart is also very sincere.

Satisfied to see that his plan was going smoothly, Xia Chen kept his eyes on his mobile phone, and also ordered the two marketing accounts. If there is news about these two people, tell him quickly, and the next step is to wait for the powerful netizens to help him. Looking for someone.

Xia Chen, who thought his plan was perfect, didn't know that one of the two he was looking for had already been brought back to his home by Jing Yang, and no one except Jing Yang had seen him from the beginning to the end.

After Jing Yang returned home, he checked the video of the parking lot sent by the security department, there was indeed no figure of Ling Ge in it, that is to say, he really appeared in his car suddenly.

This made Jing Yang heave a sigh of relief, probably he also didn't want this young man who caught his eye to be really a scheming liar who wanted to use him to get a position.

But after Ling Ge's identity was clarified, Jing Yang couldn't help feeling a little bit guilty for his doubts about him when he recalled his life experience.

Looking at the young man obediently following him, looking at him waiting for him to speak, Jing Yang felt a sense of responsibility in his heart: This child who was born in an unfamiliar place came from ancient times, and if he fell in his car, he should belong to him. Well, he has to protect him.

So Jing Yang basically did what Xia Chen did for the little prince, and bought new clothes and shoes for Linge, buying everything from inside to outside.

However, as the big boss, he could have someone buy it and send it to his home, and didn't let Ling Ge go out to meet people at all. He thought that Ling Ge, as an ancient person, had to teach him basic common sense first.

Young Master Jing, who had an unprecedented desire for protection, taught spiritual songs almost hand in hand, the use of household appliances, various items that he had never seen before, and even mobile phones and other electronic products, he taught them little by little.

If Jing Ye saw this scene, he would feel wronged to heaven. When did his brother have such patience and carefulness? When he was a child, he didn't even bother to teach him his homework. He thought he was stupid. Now he teaches people how to turn on the air conditioner and turn on the refrigerator?

In fact, Jing Yang just thought that Ling Ge was an ancient man, he didn't know anything before, and his hopes were low, so he was full of patience. As a result, Ling Ge's performance exceeded his expectations. It will be very rewarding.

And the spiritual songs are especially good at cheering, saying things like "It's amazing" and "Young Master, you know so much". Great, sincerely.

Coupled with the admiring little eyes and the tender voice that kept saying good things, Young Master Jing, who had always been flattered or humiliated, was flattered by the praise, and his favorability for spiritual songs continued to soar.

Here Ling Ge landed in a luxury car and was adopted by a "good-hearted man" safely, but the Wen Shu fell directly into the deep mountains and old forests. Coincidentally, it fell in the middle of the battlefield that was in full swing.

There were two Taoist priests, one old and one young, and a few evil spirits on both sides of the fight, and a few people shivered and hid beside them. When Wen Shu fell, the little Taoist fell to the ground, and the evil spirit was about to kill him with one blow. The old Taoist priest was entangled by other evil spirits, and it was too late to save him. A person suddenly appeared in front of the young Taoist priest.

Ghosts are all irrational existences whose nature has been soaked in evil thoughts and murderous intent, so they don't care that the people who just appeared are all innocent, and they attack Wen Shu without hesitation.